It hovers on the gentler breeze
the scent pf petrichor blown in from the restless seas,
ancient whisps of fallen birch, maples, sycamores and oaks
legendary stories of native American indigenous folks.
Palettes of color shaded hues
orange and yellows, reds and crimson blues
lost encounters of seasonal stories on parade
ready for autumn display of color amidst the shades.
Chrysanthemum, squash, gourds and pumpkins
city folk trading down to become country bumpkins
wanderlust and dreams of open fields freed heliotropes
spaces, chilling in their splendid and vivid kaleidoscope.
Tania Kitchin's Autumn Fall contest
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